A Tape

I, with my filthy Wolverine boots & paint-stained jeans, heard the lunch truck honk its horn.  

"Lunch," an equally ragged man nodded.  "You take lunch now," was either a question or a command.  

I tried to describe my recent Eggo waffle & future turkey sandwich, & I believe he understood that I would wait.

He made a bench out of scrap wood & removed the aluminum foil from the burrito his wife had packed him.  We took turns asking questions, each butchering the other's native language.  

& oh! the sawdust...